Poor baby

Yesterday was the boy's birthday, so let's all be happy for him!  He's 39 and has currently decided to let his hair grow in naturally.  Let me just tell you how much it's odd for him to see to silver in his hair.  I happen to love it, but I do understand.

I've been dying my hair for years!  Fortunately, those years when I didn't color my hair (law school sucks!) I didn't see any grey.  OK, OK, one or two, but nothing that freaked me out.

He was supposed to have cocktails with friends, see a show, and then visit his friend's (I think) art show.  None of this worked out, and I feel so badly for him.  As much as I hate being away from him (and as jealous I get) I wanted him to have a fabulous night.  He deserves it.

Tonight he's out with an old friend and I hope they're having a ball!  I'm in and gearing up for Cita's husband's going-away party.  I do intend to give him a little tchotchke for his journey through Iraq.  My hope is that he'll be able to send photos home showing where the mini-mummy (shhh!) goes and then return it when he gets home.